Under the dawnhilled ladenskies in 1927
Africa came quickly to the littlemen, the Ulyssesmen;
In Italy they walked like coffee
(EMS)
As I peer into her eyes,
I hear her truths are lies,
And as I let her go,
In my heart I know,
That one day she'll speak true,
But she will be with you,
If that is where she learns love,
Then I thank the Lord above.
(JW)
foreshadows move into sunlight in ways... that to you......me............ can you see?.......tis quite so easy to dance beyond the ball.......... hear the call?........tease me with my own hope.......go and giggle on. please me for a little midst th
e cloud of a riddle and we'll dance in the ball at the sun......now run ......now run....now run ...run on home!
(jb)
When i am tired and quite alone
there lands so near a distant poem...
and like the wave of heaven's bed
FOR I AM LIFE
I hear it said.
(J.B)
somewhere in the silences
that pass when I forget to pay attention
lies my redemption
(d.r.)
this moment just waved to me..............
without a reply.......WHAT WOULD I BE?
my friend put his head down...........................................................
HE WALKED BY!
(J.B)
so if your hand is black if your hand is white
if your loving white black
if you are nowhere til the greatings stops
I`ll be there
to jump into your night
where the fishes loves each other without a fright
or an egg to saker man ser
blomman sover Hur jag svettas jag brinner sol och mark Sol.
(pgp)
Never look below and laugh at the ground...
(jmv)
She looked down, her small feet cold on the concrete floor
Her tears, like small rivers ran into her nose and mouth
The beast, rage like a great bear, flew the door
and she was torn and bleed like women bleed for angry men
(PDB)
you say something
it's not true
he said/she said/they all said
and then it was true
this has been dictated by the grandote miguel
(djs)
Sallow circles show the answer
My test is completed
That I know that I've won
is proof that I've lost
(KMB)
the person I looked up to
i put you up on a pedestal
hovering above me
i looked up to you
as i thought I should
but as time passed
the legs of your golden stool
got shorter
(D)
it was a useful if trembling figleaf of government by
consent over the nakedness of government by sword
(ds)
Pang and glass city
ten centuries
(T)
when we were making mud-pies on the beach
(m)
On principles of discussion,
on water which murmurs
(MM)
free tree
free tree
for me
yes pb
(pb)
To toil in the midst of darkness
with sightless eyes I see
how clever
The burning remains of a day
in the black and white room.
(ckb)
SILENCE!
(AB)
my sister's underwear
is seawater
full of weeds
in the wild onions
in the hot summer sun
of the midwest
(LP)
Brush the nova, sweep the stars
me feast leaves me still hungry
nare I open my eyes a far
I turn a calm and sundry
Sir moon is friendly, me stars are kind
but a tail will trace me face
It falls to lie in a downward curve
and then fixes it's place
(MN)
The August heat surges
permeating the border between
sleep and consciousness.
A thousand scattered images drift;
sorrow, anger, elation, ecstasy
as I mourn, as I honor, as I celebrate
the passage of time.
(J.L.P)
in the distance the sun breaks through the hilltops
creating the new horizon
as it chases the night away
and all that's left
is but a chill in the air
mabey a light frost on the grass
my how things come and go so quickly
and yet we rarely take notice...
(S.D.)
Available for Miracles
(JC)
her flesh crawls with the separateness
of reptilian invasion
forced turbulent storms
blackened by doubt of
insect clouds that nest in her hair
(ss)
And I feel my heartbeating in my temples, throbbing, throbbing.
(MM)
He died a delicious soft-boiled death
there with the newspaper neatly folded between his hands
while the maid danced away
with the remains of his breakfast
(jg)
A babe is fashioned -- a first born ---SON
Their Friend was Strakel so he must be Sean.
When his face is eased in sleep
As his breathing becomes deep-
A mystifying grace changes him.
Kiernan doesn't think this is too silly
Hardly with an Aunt named "cookie" an uncle "billy.
Shane is wondering what Fred will come up with
It may be difficult to mumble either Patrick or Sean
The little guy could be known merely as---------
(S P G)
DE BROEK VAN ANGST
Je zegt dat je van vis houdt
maar je sleurt ze uit zee en je freet ze op
Je zegt dat je van rozen houdt
maar je snijdt ze af en zet ze in een vaasje
Je zegt dat je van regen houdt
maar als het regent sluit je je op in je huis
Dus wanneer je zegt dat je van me houdt
schijt ik in mijn broek van angst
Helemaal zelf bedacht,
goed he
(GJ)
what came before?
nothing new
what comes after?
something new
what comes now?
(rp)
searching for the far away light
one can cross time in an angel thought
(rhn)
For thy soul, I shall risk my own...
I shall throw myself into the pit of death,
to just see that small smile come upon your face,
bringing happiness and love to all...
(bm)
insistence on some form
or another, the mind
shaping the wind
into hands
(lcb)
something like a winged thing
that you wish you could touch but you know you cannot
(jdh)
Bright-colored, looking glass
surrounding the girl
she screams, full of regret
it breaks in small pieces,
"See, you're screaming too loud...
almost harming me baby."
the glass shrieks in its breaking
(d.s.)
My Angle
Pythagoras,
Scratched his ass,
I wonder what I'll be?
No butcher, no baker,
No chariot racer,
Will ever apprentice me.
(mbc)
"DO tell," said Lydia, well within her wits
to discover why eyes, hair and spirit so majestic
can get more than anticipated at times,
"Do show!" she retorts to mine as I embrace her again in dream.
(L)
it sounds like the wind trying to break down the door again so it rains and it pours I can wait until tomorrow ride the tideflows all the way to Timbuktu
(m)
I look at the floor and it shudders
as long as I hold on to one thing or another
release is my one form of control
(CA)
If I had a couple of bucks for each time
I felt gloomy
(EH)
From the jaws of his own private Hades,
A tooth was plucked,
An abcess with no equal in size, cast out,
The bitter aftertaste; resplendent.
(JPB)
Only in the light of day, she said,
And bared her breasts.
He glowered, and mourned for the intimacy,
Of darkness.
(JPB)
The blood of the stag, on his shirt-front,
Soaked into the fabric of his soul,
It's noble form reduced to fawn-like reminiscences,
As the fear fled from it's eyes,
And transported to his memory.
(JPB)
Somewhere between the bed and door
I almost understood you.
(R.E.W.)
Ant
Oh little ant, you are so tiny
(J.S.)
a great influx of trees
plasma flooding
the detonated horizon
(dc)
The man and his hat went out for a walk,
They even stopped with a friend to talk,
He started to speak but nothing came out
And he entire heart filled with doubt.
(Lk)
Your eyes are the most beautiful shade of passion I have ever seen
yet utterly innocent
ingenuous, your stare
I know you look into me, not at me
(AMM)
The heart is exhausted, close to demise
Never again will this ghost rise
Fallen by misplaced hate
Darkened by everlasting fear
Lessend by a love I cannot rate
Killed by a lonely tear
(Jk)
When night falls, time does
shift to dusk..... upon
the crescent glimmer of a fairy
light through the scant clouded forum,
we see the true
vision of a tale once told,
by the crystalline light of
the moon....
(KO)
Psycho cat, psycho cat had some fleas,
he didn't like that,
chewed a bat, ate a rat,
killed a man cause he was fat.
Psycho cat, psycho cat,
smoked some weed and some crack,
lit on fire a cadillac,
now he's a pyromaniac.
(D.M.)
no interruption
breaks the form
it's not life but
it's something
just the same
(d)
Now, I have a friend, he loves to work the earth.
The forsythia bushes are blooming.
A bird, a frog, a cricket, one spirit loves them all.
My forsyhia was dormant two years and now is alive, BURSTING with Yew drops yellow, like, the neighbor's.
(GWN)
When the last star winks goodnight from high,
And the night wind breathes one more weary sigh,
I'll look to the sky's lunar light,
And see you guide me through the night.
(jd)
We live in a entertaining world
Some people are born old
Others say that freedom comes
Possibly dressed in red
And people now a bed
Dreaming with blue and white domes
Knowing that the next day
Certainly will rise grey
Like the day before
(AA)
Moonlight ride
spectral and inviting
transportation to another plane
of effervescent star cances where ghosts
of present pasts whirl like dervishes
in an endless sky pregnant with
whispered dreams
waiting for rebirth
(MJS)
Bless the lipid solols who taunt our cuds
to saw
to meat and roe
your needs and sclerosis
surf
(ew)
Sane in my madness I was
(kd)
beet, the taste,
cheat with waste,
lets us all know,
where it all,
Go's
(ce)
The only way out it seems
so lonely and frustrated
see this razor so sharp
if i do it there is no way out
oh, the pain
can't find no other way out
(s)
to finally arrive at
disintegration without
disappearance
(psb)
I have a clock
I wind each day;
It watches
My front door
And my old clock
Runs an hour slow
So I can live
An hour more.
()
Titanic
Underneath a sea so deep,
The secrets lost and it asleep.
Its treasures hiding,
Its legend surviving.
Death was many,
Survivors spared.
The band played on,
A favorite song.
()
The moon is crying on my window
And the stars are fading away.
Of all the things that I know
I wish I knew what would make you stay.
(mdk)
The glass crunches underfoot as I walk through the shattered dreams of a generation.
Too many broken windows to too many soulless holes leave their sawtoothed smiles engraved on the pavement.
If these are the building blocks of future visions, I choose not to conjure the creations of the next millenium.
(SGL)
Always feed your faith and starve your doubts. There is one entrance and one way out of a wrong turn in life.
(ss)
Lolling Boy floats Black water deep,
Nudging the fangs of Old Walts granite teeth;
Casting out bait sucked dull to still air,
Floats up from vast bottom,
To whisper back there.
(RBJI)
You can't have sex with Thunderbird puppets.
There's no quantum physics in The Muppets.
All of Shakin' Stevens records suck!
Sugar Sugar. Honey Honey.
Are You being Served isn't funny
And the Care Bears don't give a f**k!
(BL)
As I sit,
Watching the clouds,
Roll by,
I think,
Of how life was,
When I was young.
(L.D.)
water- water is the essence of your mind
it pours out on me
and then I must stand against the wind
to feel dry
it sprinkles my feet
and I begin to burn
(sos)
Maybe you remember me...
I'm the one made of glass and steel and wind.
The one you set free a dozen years ago.
But you don't recognize me do you...
Maybe because I've moved above and around and beyond...
(J.U.)
another one
now
(th)
Your toes - small fish
wiggling against the ice.
This blows and I wish
I was juggling small brown mice.
Your hands - sliced bread
sandwiching my life.
This man, the loaves and fish
are struggling to call down strife.
(MDK)
Granted gruntings came tumbling from the outer reaches of the room leaving letters of lawlessness crumpled on the outer edges of the firelights flicker.
When I came down the stairs the last testament of technology dribbled its candled wax on the seat of the instrument that was used to select the ever watchful iris.
It was too vengeful for me to watch. So, instead, I clicked off the screen and fled to the humbled halls of viscous, vapid self-denial.
(SGL)
Salman Rushdie smiles
above the smoke from Warren Beatty's cigar
and I wonder how he knows
what he knows, what melting heat
shimmered over his breath at birth,
or his skin, or if the air
stroking spring willow leaves
and drifting down
spoke through walls to his ears and eyes.
(mca)
as if these converging texts comprehends
how the interface between anonymous others
congeals
- forming the symbiosis
of I
You
and
They .
(dsm)
just remember
you are water vapor
and i know the motion you make.
Nothing at all like an atom.....
(bm)
Awareness
The world begins to turn
There is so much left to learn
The children cry alone
The people have no home
Gunfire in the night
The right for speech we fight
Colors of the land
Are not accepted hand in hand
The world is turning fast
There is just no looking back
(ARC)
Hot headed hipster
Detroit leaning,
And carefully preening
in the rearview mirror.
Taking a sabbatical
>From being so radical,
To leer to and steer her way.
(MDK)
I doze off in a house that's not ours
while a rickety fan
rattles hot air through the room.
I slump into dreams, wake intermittently,
wait for the padlocked front door screech.
It's the same sound I make
although our styles differ radically.
While you employ finally honed technique
my brute force
makes me feel like King Kong
fondling Fay Wray.
()
Strolling through a summer day
Blowing kisses down to the ground
Picking flowers from a garden tray
Ripping roots make zestful sounds
A clique of clouds cluster up above
To play the tempest's refrain
My hand stretches far beyond the dove
And shoves away the coming of rain
(AT)
I stared ahead
into the slithering fog
and had a sudden premonition
that my death was waiting there,
wearing a young man's face . . .
. . . how was I to know that it was always you?
Kiss me, Judas,
I've finally learned what love is.
The sweet dampness of fog---
Can't you feel it in your bones?
Judas??
(ALJ)
there was a young lady named ray
but she didn't have much to say
so she sat around the house all day
(othjr)
MOGRID
Smooth clean lines,
Soft curves and morning light,
Ancient shafts of ichor,
Erases forty years,
A patched perfection,
a million shades of life,
Falling in love ,again, with my wife.
(L)
Magazine
Material aphixations
giving advise;
Zealous infidels
nurse every sentence.
(P.C.)
11:50
Lights are off,
House is dead,
Getting a golden cathode tan,
Dreaming of Rainbow colored fantasies,
Thinking of sleep, its 11:51.
(L)
Cyber Love Gone Bad -
To the man I once loved but barely knew, you're a raving
lunatic and belong in a zoo!
The road to true love was rocky at best, but now at long
last I can give it a rest!
(KH)
Quixote saw it,
How to make whatever it was
whatever it was he needed it to be.
(jrp)
Diseased and disgusted,
desperately dreaming of
his Dulcinea.
Alas! Poor heart . . .
(ALJ)
Wears a delicious helmet;
Her elephant buttons
Have catalogs
(EV)
My comfortable cave
extends
to the tips
of my outstretched
fingers
Sometimes
I want to reach
through the edge
of my galaxy
and dip my fingers
into the furthest
brightest star
(SA)
My brother has problems,
but i don't care,
Her grandmother is dying,
but i don't care
i just wanna use the computer,
i just want my fix, so i can sleep,
cause i am tired of caring.
(L)
My Wednesday nights, drowning in a bay
In June subdued and sheathed in the icy chill
My kindred know. The shiver flays today.
(js)
'Twas brilliant that the slimy toads
hired spin doctors in their wake
to summon whimsy for the droves
that heard their croaking by mistake.
(D.A.C.)
he is beautiful,
no, i mean to say he defies beauty
he defies it and makes it into a silly word
that neither satisfies nor justifies
but instead causes a confusion that
leaves you restless and searching
for an answer.
(JW)
karma.
is the dean of my university
lies bind you
truth uplifts me.
i don't understand your angle
or angles
i only know that you are unjust
this is unjust
these are unjust
and you know it
but make it your prison
i am sorry for you
i will move on.
(to s.s.)
Laced Romeo
played us like a blue gem viola.
When the Grecian concubine bell song tolls,
our lion flees as a first kiss.
We cry spider lillies.
(MLE)
moat in my I
mode(m)eye
beam in (y)our eye
(drp)
If randomness is a game,
It is played often enough.
Right from the way our thoughts emerge
To the way we blink our eyes.
This comprehension secures
Some sanctity of reality
Which by nature is unreal in itself.
(ASN)
In still and never ending whispers of time
we see the ever changing flakes of of primordial slime
brought to the shores of lakeside beaches
by a tideless rend that teaches
the beginning is never the end
but only a single note of sorrow.
(SGL)
While Venus steers with homeward eyes
(hbn)
nei versi giovanili canto io che
la sua anima mi canta,
dal mondo lontano da me
-il mio voce cade
come uno sussurro delle lacrime nel vento,
sono perse
sono perse
-le lacrime nella pioggia che cadono come le foglie,
che cadono cosi,
-l'oceano del autunno...
(BJP)
THE SMARANDACHE SEMANTIC PARADOXES:
All is possible, the impossible too!
Nothing is perfect, nor even the perfect!
(jc)
a slender friday evening
when I lean from the classical window
over the liquid avenue
and inhale you in the april air
my exhalation wishes to tell you,
in body away on the weekend,
that you embody the finest cores of
world religions
redefine beauty
and have changed the chemistry of my body.
(mrc)
[Drummer's beat wildly, dancing naked, ][in the dusty's dirt streets.] [ Ritual cups, catching sky's thunderous cry.][washing the face of first rain's moonbeams...tears of joy, glory to the Gods]
(RSB)
"The Barn"
I hear
The bellor of hungry of calves
The splashing of milk
The wind blowing through the barn
The silence of calves after they are fed.
(TB)
There was a Babe Ruth
that had a sweet tooth
and wanted a moment of truth
by a fountain of youth.
(BR)
The Waggafish leaks a red stain
below the sirens. A cardinal marker
pulses directions home.
(AL)
I speak with the voices of a thousand lifetimes
we are doomed to relive our past...again and again
my knowledge is my greatest gift to mankind
can you see all the pictures I speak of...
hung on the sacred walls of your salvation
or are you destined to die of the agony I now suffer from...
(JAM)
the man jumps drunk
trying to find himself
in a sea of people
(N.E.D.)
Lenstrous wanders in solaced studies,
pourid fulmina under, and under
since lust through tendles of trust
or coriolus, deludes longing of
Saundriness, as Seals celebrate
trages. I want
voyeurs, nel devoition.
Profess the Ophelian
denude thus this Karbala
and lay us lentily, lentily
de flumina.
(S.Rw.U)
severance tones padmic variations, somethings're
so simple a terminal will do, the only question
one risen
(a)
Children should be heard, not seen, for seeing does no good,
While hearing evokes thought
But thought is bad and that is why the older generations fear their children,
Because their children think
and acknowledge right and wrong
and maybe its not what their mother wants them to think
(m.s.)
she didn't know she was beautiful,
only to have others tell her.
A slow thought like ice.
(ajb)
completely crazy man turned to his side-kick and died
(tL)
sleeping but not really
Faking it yeah
but I got it now
riding on buses no more
I forgot all about it
(png)
don't tant
don't tantalize me
so good under the weather
will came
to bring me apples
(g m)
least hiss welling about
theloondroll an
why don't we? cassettes
meltedtothedash board lake seems to pucker
then complain
(P.F.D.)
bumped into endeavor,
something under this silence
means to squeak.
(svf)
If time is money, than why is money so easily spent.
And time so tragically wasted.
(AK)
Then the ring master waves his skeletal hand
and clatters about the show to come.
The dead, indifferent elephants never even
look up from their decaying.
(mtk)
in the blackened realm
sightless
pained by the iron maiden soul
of that which it grew into
the child at the heart of the soul
cries
where only guilt
can hear
(tep)
this is the poetry of the original man. this is the poetry of life. this is free verse poetry. this is i me and the god in the life. this is arm leg leg arm head. poetry is nice and black. poetry is afroamerican and so called african american. poetry is o
rignal. this is the sea of the honey which lays it's mother earth love. give me my poem.
(A X)
His face
pale and structured
unmoved and unmoving
as improbable
as a white starched shirt
in a beggar's closet
(bwb)
Roots become your ribs
and your ribs become the roots
of the your new planting
Your vault shifts with the laboring earth
tilting your head ever so slightly
as with the first stirring at the judgement
when the harvest stands ready.
(rh)
where are my manners?
Have I got my mind settled on going through brain scanners?
Or have I lost some impurities to where I don't think about the eyes in my head,
Blood-shot red, causing me to blink.
I blink at the flash when a lash lands on my tongue and it's rubbing its way through my flesh
It's not natural.
I'm sorry I don't mean to be rude.
(G.T.)
standing knee deep
in the pissblood of life
i smell my past
as it swallows me whole
the black filtered sun
like a fathers hard hand
rights the weak hearted
and probes the soul
(jsm)
hey fast your rat that loves the taste of corruption and hey fast
you are playing a fast game with the sun.
(f)
My life, love and one friend is the sun.
(s)
I cast myself upon your dewey soul.
Will you bite?
Can I catch you?
The gigantic beauty of it all
Seeps into me.
How does it do that?
I marvel at the oceans of beauty
In your eyes
And sink in happiness.
(mh)
this contribution is uneasy
it can't see what it follows, what it
precedes. The only hope for
survival is to be self-reflexive. What
a fate, poetic or otherwise.
(dc)
my eye
is killing me
hey djinn!
my eye!
(drp)
Not the day but the way the day shrank to
places the sun
traces hemlines in carlights over suspension bridges
that join cities in lost and lousy weekends.
(tb)
or is it the screaming
of the children
that stains
my ears?
(jjr)
wristwatch caution sloth bend my ear wide open
shark tumor stomach slash visionary splash of innocence
yank the covers let me sleep
(Z)
Ingram Frizer, gay blade,
truth enters not through the eye.
"Tell me sirs, was it not bravely done?"
It's true that poets die. In a carnival of knives.
In flashes of blue, then red.
(JC)
tangled..in words
is it reallll
....is it reality....
are these just words
have they come from me
do they go to you
tangled in words
are these words real
am i
(d)
if you read something big, like say Pound's _Cantos_,
I would think you would want to get credit for it.
(dr)
let my knife sincerely blow
and beat a gorgeous girl sweetly
and pant frantic water beneath
my life.
(SFB)
The only mistake her mother ever made was to love the wrong man,
(rmp)
to use a convention is to meet and
unmeet where the body in space falls into regular
so where do the tall fingers
of light
become retinal dancers?
And are snow mud air at all likely here?
(HK)
a philosophy charred
or steamed
over a coal of reality
beckoning harsh
uncoiled
retrospective love
of intolerance.
(ejw)
Bleach blonde beside me
Actor eating a rhueben on the right
Me in the middle
Now what I've written the actor reads
(JJD)
If neither sifts
Or I mean singes
Through the work accrued at calcifiers
Of the night or spent randomly
(md)
Dreams are an
Experience it
Will lift you
Up and take
You down
Mine will tear
Your soul in
Two
(D)
Darkness is inside
Me
Tempting me
Controlling me
(Dn)
Realities~
Zeitgeists~
Culture~
Drugs
(DS)
her lines
broke into my lines
and a smile was smeared across both our mouths
love subsided
into two steady heartbeats
our minds pulsed to the same simple rhythyms
look lovely, my dear
we are fucking towards our funerals
look lovely my dear
we will outrun the bruises
(eg)
penciled in braggart in suede,
a real revolution lolling about,
it's a shame about his mother
(al, et al)
Ahhh
(CML)
MY IRISH LOVE RING
I wear this pretty ring,
That my best friend gave to me,
The magic of love it may bring,
When the heart is facing me.
But when the heart may face to north,
My heart is FREE, and open to thee,
For only the right ones shall come forth,
And bathe my heart to be.
(G.D.)
A chill runs down my spine.
Won't you say that you'll be mine...
Kiss my wanton lips and hold me close.
(J. G. H.)
Or the ice glows
Cold.
And I wonder where you are.
(B.h.)
tired and dry behind the eye
sitting and spilling,
forget the word I
(mbr)
We are fear
of fearlessness
or recklessly swerving
into each other
(kgs)
Tall shreds of leaves gone winter
poke blank branches in cold sun talons
that underscore bitter, dull breezes sweeping across
skyscraper office floors through
windows that are left open
for years
past
Detroit's finest hours,
cars
and trains
leaving home,
language on billboards
selling
names only God can pronounce.
(tnb)
As I search the dreary universe
For an element of hope,
I know that you cannot be found.
And the memory of you keeps on searching,
Keeps on at what it does best.
I came across the memory of you leaving,
And of knowing you left me for another.
It was raining when you left me
And I kept hoping you would wait.
(SGW)
it was a distance dash --
no one could see the whole;
and while our race was on
we listened for the dawn
in darkness. That was rash,
but sufficed for the roll.
(tam)
We walk along the ocean edge
(ljk)
How do you define the good line between friends and lovers?
When your drawn to your friend
And sick of your lover
Your heart is changing
And you crave excitement
There is a line between you both
Or call it a wall
Ever the cause it seems to draw you in
What do you do?
When your heart is in a triangle of Kaos
Live and let live?
Or live and let the unknown love die?
end
That is all I got so far! And i do have an email address,
I'm just not sure what it is! Sorry!
(E.T)
Cats are crazy some need medicine to control their thoughts.
(PE)
hopefully some one will like my poem. if not.. oh well i'm only 14 any ways!
running...
faster.faster,
tunnel through tunnel,
darkness draws nearer.....
STOP!.....
you listen closley...
hold your breath...
no ones coming ...?!...
its all in your head.
if any one wants to write to me please do.
(i)
you demonstrate
a new trick
juggling
3 apples
i am amazed
then
you drop 1
i am reminded
of my heart
which also bruises
(tm)
creative dreams in careless men,
Setting suns watched in a lion's den.
Disaster beyond beauty strikes,
And leaves us quiet in the night.
Distance breaks a soul apart,
Rumors and romance bleed the heart.
(MJW)
After Audrey
the Spanish moss lay beneath live oaks
like clumps of hair.
Men wearing CD helmets
collected the floating bodies.
It's said some were pushed
far into the marsh
and that finding them
would be like plucking wisdom
from an oyster.
(MJA)
Precedence over Venus the evening star, her light gleams evenly on the green sea and the meadows that bloom. Evening dew spreads out to glisten roses, delicate thyme, and rows of scented clover; she's wistful, sensually thinking of gentle nights, heart h
ea
vy with longing in her breast, shouts God! Where are you! Nights of a thousand cares echo that cry across the undulating sea between us.
(JD)
Drowning in the drops of inhuman acid rain
Killing all we're given cause we're selfish and bored
(-Cc-)
If I raise my arm
will you hold me
I cannot face the fall
(DM)
moon looks at me with angry eyes
it's another day, another trap
alone right now, sleepy, I close my eyes
We're gonna make a whole new world
Can't you see that you've deceived before
and you're not afraid to try it again
(C-ME)
staring at the rest as raiding parties defrock iris,
hating the sound and humour of the moment
then losing it laughing bounces down the street
(rjk)
Go west young man, go west
And always do your best
But remember while you're there
You're always east of somewhere
(jpb)
ishmy
agra
venting al anom.
(mpl)
and eyes as dry as old tea bags look
out to where the sky resembles
cracked mortar and old stone, where
the wind sounds like the groans
of war's wounded, where the nicker of horses
is like the sound the dead make four days
after death, in the hot sun, and behind its light.
(cmm)
an agenda open pomegranate
seeds dripping with juice
flow down between the breasts
around
in
meeting other juices
languish to the toes
to join the whirlpool of fluid
in the stream
(tz)
El Corazon
My arrow in hand...
There is much self to wade through
Through so much, self there is
and I, ever re-verbing, draw back
(with less and less time)
the thin tendon of my wanting
...to take aim,
to part skin and bone
(BAM)
in re rehm's plants iv
extract from punishment
pit: arrange,
Men Shun
remains
(dc)
a self-conscious groan
muffled by a shaking hand
shuffles its submission
like the aftermath of an electrocution
residue casts shadows over her
an abrasion of emaciated limbs
clawing at her stomach
longing for reassurance
in the hum of a subterranean engine
standing paralyzed
they are not her own eyes
(gh)
the signs are such as they are
that is, identified
signless, unknown
(bc)
polemics or was it fratricide, squiters
slowed by their swollen success;
a cat in the drop ceiling, mousing
the neon light; more buzzing
()
a night
oh for two no appetite to hold to
i will have to tell her the scoremyself
hoops of chicken
(num)
So much depends on sunlight, a head turning the other way to avoid a crash of sight-lines, long sails on the bay during still water days, hotel keys in the sand.
Where we walked along paths that trace the coast line, God is dead asleep in the hills with His Cuban cigars, the philosophy of dust contravenes conventional wisdom.
Catholic to the bone, look, there are no holes in my hand, Jesus must have dirty fingernails after he rose from his sleep, I baptize myself with layers of deodorant soap, water swirls and then is gone,
A half hour after our walk on the beach, there is only one set foot prints, the paths along the cliffs are lousy with sailors who cannot get down, two heads turn in different directions, even our photos blister and fade.
(TB)
ideology repair upset the boarders or
cathode ray U-clamp so the whorling squares
were out for hours gesturing virginia real
(hf)
between there and here
I get lost in you,
a maze of memory along
interconnected green hedges,
(pg)
hate
hate is like a speeding freight train. you cant hide it and you cant
control it. hate never stops.
(jgc)
Ten territorial tamponogenical antigens did slumber in the snow,
White trash waiting silently for the wind to blow,
To carry them once more into the airs above and the waters below,
Their foul fabric a feast for naught but the cheerless, careless crow.
Sudden gusty wind and to flight they are taken,
Day after day from the dump still they blow,
With wasteful abandon our senses forsaken,
The litterous mounds ascend quick and rot slow.
(R.I.M.)
To whom does the language belong?
To me, said the professor with a grin.
He was a professor of linguistics.
On the radio he made a point of saying
he was proud of the fact that he had
never listened to a Bob Dylan song,
and this was 1998! I'd like to fasten
the fuck in his seatbelt and pour
rap music in his earphones for the whole
flight to hell, which is where you're going,
you son of a bitch Language poet bullshit artist.
(jk)
emily pays in stain shac
(d)
I mused at the twining heroics of the feeble
gently lifting their pieces of prey towards an alter
invisible to the naked eye
but symbolic in the wallets and handbags
as greasy green images bearing the hail:
"In God We Trust"
and not one of them ever trusted anyone other
than themselves
and pity has a power
that rulers to this day
hide away...afraid that
the feeble will find contentment without the search for...
their printed paper
(gcs)
Friendly Forest
We'll stroll among
life so green and
tall beasts restrained from song.
Yet their voice is strong
and we are intruders
(J.P.B.)
I looked, but couldn't see my eyes
Resting, sleeping
I listened, but couldn't hear
My eyes blink from dryness
Like windscreen wipers on a day
with no rain
(BS)
I have delivered up info like
empty calories from sugar beets,
burning energy for the sake of
fire
(JDM)
A dying rose gave the wind one nocturnal eye
for an owl with ruffled feathers, perched on a sinuous limb.
Solemnly he refused it, and offered the rose not one kind word in its deathbed.
The other flowers gathered around the limp rose
as early morning dew drops filled its remaining petals.
The sun would be up in three hours. The owl let
his stubborn claws patter on the absorbent bark.
The wind communicated grief silently.
(S.R.)
Cast down upon me
your beauty, the flesh of your rain
the scent of your flowers
and you touch me.
(S.N.A.)
Compiled by Mark Peters